Part 1: Read the best of FAMILY Poetry

Submit to the FAMILY Poetry Contest. Get your Family Poem made into a movie.

CLICK the link and read the best of FAMILY Poetry from around the world.

THE GOSSIPING TREE, by Darren Finlinson
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/29/the-gossiping-tree-poetry-by-darren-finlinson/

FAMILY DESTRUCTION, by Barbara Hunt
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/28/family-destruction-poetry-by-barbara-hunt/

LETTER FROM A SYRIAN CHILD TO HIS MOTHER, by Valentina Meloni
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/22/letter-from-a-syrian-child-to-his-mother-poetry-by-valentina-meloni/

WHAT MY PARENTS GAVE ME, by Ada Castle
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/19/what-my-parents-gave-me-poetry-by-ada-castle/

HEREDITY, by Grecia Al
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/heredity-poetry-by-grecia-albornoz/

YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME, by Cindi Walton
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/09/youre-not-the-boss-of-me-poetry-by-cindi-walton/

MENDING MOTHER, by Leslie Caplan
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/15/mending-mother-poetry-by-leslie-caplan/

FROM THE WATER, by Allison J. Call
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/12/from-the-water-poetry-by-allison-j-call/

PAPA’S NEW WIFE, by Nnamdi Wabara
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/04/papas-new-wife-poetry-by-nnamdi-wabara/

SIMPLICITY, by C. Denyce Ward
SIMPLICITY, Poetry by C.Denyce (Ward)

HIS RED RATTLE, by Chris Biscutti
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/12/his-red-rattle-poetry-by-chris-biscuiti/

TOGETHER YOU AND I, by Sarah Colliver
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/06/together-you-and-i-poetry-by-sarah-colliver/

SECRETE INGEDIANT, by Gail Debole
Secrete Ingredient, Poetry by Gail DeBole

SADNESS AND GLADNESS, by Anna Somerset
Sadness and Gladness, Poetry by Anna Somerset

OUR BOND THEY COULDN’T BREAK, by Bonnie Gail Carter
OUR BOND THEY COULDN’T BREAK, Poetry by Bonnie Gail Carter

SEEDS OF DECEPTION, by Amreen Shaikh
Seeds of deception, Poetry by Amreen Shaikh

A BOOK OF TWO PAGES, by Richa Badola
A Book of Two Pages, Poetry by Richa Badola

HOME, by Virus the Poet
Home, Poetry by Virus the Poet

THANK YOU, by Morgan Lawrence
Thank You, Poetry by Morgan Lawrence

MARRIAGE BEFORE BLOOD, by Mohammed Islam Butt
Marriage Before Blood, Poetry by Mohammed Islam Butt

FOR MY SON, by Yamakawa Navarro
For my son, Poetry by Ruben Yamakawa Navarro

WILL HOLD MY PEN TO BED, by Ibrahim Olalere
Will Hold My Pen To Bed, Poetry by Ibrahim Olalere

FAMILY Poetry Contest (Winner gets poem made into film)

Deadline March 31st. Submit a poem that’s about something FAMILY and get it made into a movie. 

Accepting any poetry in any genre or length that’s aboutFAMILY in any way.

All poems will be posted on this network. Over 95,000 unique visitors a day. The winning poem will have their poetry made into a movie. SPECIAL NOTE: Every single entry will get their poetry performed by a professional actor and made into a video.

The RULES are simple:

1. Write a POEM that’s about FAMILY. Send it to this contest for $20 and it will be POSTED on this site guaranteed for 100,000s to see. Plus, every entry will get their poetry performed at the festival and made into a video. (you own all rights to this poem and whenever you want it taken down, send us an email).

2. Email your POEM to submission@festivalforpoetry.com in .pdf, .doc, .wpd, .rtf, or .fdr format or just cut and paste it into the body of the email.

3. SUBMIT as many poems as you like. One fee per poem entry.

4. The poem can be anything about FAMILY. An event/situation about FAMILY in general. Any topic from optimism, tragedy, to politics.

5. PAY THE $20 SUBMISSION FEE. Guaranteed post on this network. Results to be emailed by April 10th.

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Watch Recent Poems made into a MOVIE:

Dear Brother, Poetry by Rani Powell

Everyday, when I tell you to be careful,
I’m not saying it just to say it
I’m saying it because this world doesn’t love you, no
Because you are only 8 now but soon you will be older
And then baby boy, the world will be much colder
They will not see you as I do,
with your warm eyes and caramel skin,
with your blue-rimmed glasses and unfunny jokes,
the curls in your hair and easy smile, no.
They see you as a Black Man.

Genre: Family, Love

Dear Brother by Rani Powell

To my brother

Everyday, when I tell you to be careful,
I’m not saying it just to say it
I’m saying it because this world doesn’t love you, no
Because you are only 8 now but soon you will be older
And then baby boy, the world will be much colder
They will not see you as I do,
with your warm eyes and caramel skin,
with your blue-rimmed glasses and unfunny jokes,
the curls in your hair and easy smile, no.
They see you as a Black Man.
As a menace to everything their good, clean society has.
The same society that was built on our father’s blood.
But it does not belong to you and you do not belong in it.

Everyday, when I tell you to be careful
I’m not saying it just to say it
I’m saying it because God help me,
you will not be the next news story
My heart would break to see your name up there with
Anthony, Eric, Freddie, Jordan, Kendrec, Kimani,
Michael, Tamir, Tony, Trayvon, Tyree, Wendell.
You are seen as a threat before you are seen as a person.
Your Blackness scares them.
They have already decided that you are nothing but a hood-rat,
nothing but a child-support baby, nothing but a tagging truant,
sagging pants, gang signs getting thrown up, two gun-shots in the air,
Crips and Blood running in the streets of a people who have already
breathed life and soul into this country.

Everyday, when I tell you to be careful,
I’m not saying it just to say it.
I’m saying it because your skin makes you a target.
And all it takes is ignorance, a bullet and a badge
to take you away from me.

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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My Life Tumbled and I Fell, Poetry by A.Goomer

When you lose someone you love, it’s hard to be strong,
When you lose that connection and bond it’s hard to go on.

You find yourself at the depths unable to cope,
You don’t have the strength to look ahead for any hope.

Holding on to every piece of them you have,
How could you leave me Dad?

Genre: family, depression, suicide, grief, loss, inspirational, hope

My Life Tumbled and I Fell by A.Goomer

When you lose someone you love, it’s hard to be strong,
When you lose that connection and bond it’s hard to go on.

You find yourself at the depths unable to cope,
You don’t have the strength to look ahead for any hope.

Holding on to every piece of them you have,
How could you leave me Dad?

The death of someone close to you makes you think,
Maybe life isn’t all rosy and pink.

How can this be happening? What am I going to do?
Will I forever feel lost, alone and blue?

They say time can heal a broken heart,
It gets better, but some days it pulls apart.

Feeling left behind is a horrible feeling,
A lot of nights are left staring at the ceiling.

When tragedy strikes, you see things in a new light,
Life doesn’t seem so bright.

Focus on your happiness with the family and friends you chose,
The sad days will lessen along with your all-time lows.

We must pick ourselves up and live with the living,
These ghosts we see are not giving.

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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Grandfathers Love, Poetry by Sherille Williams

Who do u you call when your heart is broken. Where does love begin to form. Is it through a simple touch? My grandpa said “it’s in the hands my grandchild that holds us together.”

Genre:Funeral, Family

Grandfathers Love

 

Who do u you call when your heart is broken. Where does love begin to form. Is it through a simple touch? My grandpa said “it’s in the hands my grandchild that holds us together.”

 

We must not cherish the most costly items and we must not bury the future. True love lasted through my grandpa’s hands. He knew what it took to love his best friend; his lady and put God first when there are failed moments. He knew that keeping his wife with God as his robe kept them alive; but today is the day we mourn having lost him, and rejoice at the fact he was reunited with his long lost love.

 

My heart ached when he asked me “should he too go” when my grandmother left. Are materials and unforgivable arguments worth losing your right hand? My grandpa held her right hand whenever they traversed the Coney Island boardwalk. Bought her a hot dog to share and spare his last twenty five cents to keep her happy.

 

He always confided in The Good Book most deny. However he always reminds me a man isn’t a man until he’s met with God. Forgiving is rejecting all feelings of your own not because the persons right, but because he too has forgiving you. During this time, I’m starting to find my grandfather held all the keys to my grandma’s heart. Love God first, your spouse second and everything else will fall in its place.

 

What I’m trying to say is our generation no longer knows what love is. It’s not the status on social media, nor is it lusting after someone new – it’s through our hands. These life lines carry our tears and secrets but when held with someone, really anyone that you love, we can all agree we’ve experienced my grandpa’s kind of love he spoke of.

 

Rest in peace Grandpa I love you

 

 

Sherille Williams

 

 

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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Evils Deception, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

Shadows fooling all trying to help the situation hid as a facade of stability and love was all that could be seen as no one suspected the plot that was forming

Whispers in the night became louder as her lies and deception grew

Genre: Dark, Family, Evil, and Hurt

Evils Deception by Barbara Hunt

Shadows fooling all trying to help the situation hid as a facade of stability and love as no one suspected the plot that was forming

Whispers in the night became louder as her lies and deception grew

Darkness soon surrounded all involved as they became engulfed slowly losing pieces of there soul in the warm silence

Her tendrils erupted as the air thinned and a deafening cry was heard as anger and realization reared there heads ready to end all plots

Betrayal stung as bile grew in there throats as there hatred almost as black as the tendrils consumed them freezing the warmth of there blood

No one knew what would happen so as they took a shallow breathe they looked into the face of evil and smiled ready for the fight to the death

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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The Ultimate Misunderstanding, Poetry by Stephanie Marie

I could never seem to grasp the concept of a parent disregarding the life of their very offspring. What could possibly be so enticing that one feels the need to abandon such a personal creation of art?

Genre: Family, Life, Pain

The Ultimate Misunderstanding
by Stephanie Marie

I could never seem to grasp the concept of a parent disregarding the life of their very offspring. What could possibly be so enticing that one feels the need to abandon such a personal creation of art? Imagine the very moment when unconditional love is full of conditions. The emptiness, the guilt, the fault that fills within the innocence. Something like the very laws of physics losing its credibility. Tell me how one isn’t to change when the very being who is appointed your love source, your example, your creator, resigns the position. When the responsibility of love vanishes, so do the generations to follow. A world where one gives up their life to a worthy being . . only, the being is pushing you into death’s arms willingly. Damage, baffling. Repair, resistant. Like a bird nursed to health and having its wings clipped off during their very first flight. You left me injured.

I forgive mistakes. I forgive failed attempts. An absence is something I will not condone. I made a promise to myself ages ago that I would not accept such a lack of presence. As nothing more that a person, I am deserving. One could say it’s my fault for expecting you to remain the same person. So forgive me for not finding it in my heart to forgive you, or don’t. My life shall carry on without the weight.

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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Family Destruction, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

She stared at it a carbon copy of herself stared back smiling exposing it’s horrible jagged teeth and a dead expression

Genre: Dark, Depression, Scary, and Family

Family Destruction
by Barbara Hunt

Dark and sinister it was as it stared down at her a devilish smile played on its lips as amusement raised in its eyes

She stared at it a carbon copy of herself stared back smiling exposing it’s horrible jagged teeth and a dead expression

This monster was of the worst in nature and as she stared at it she became cornered as it pulled her down into the depths of the underworld
Sealing her fate as no cries would ever be heard she closed her eyes delving further into the abyss she uttered it’s name in the eternal silence mourning the loss of peace

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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Missing Pieces, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

Despair and longing shredded his soul as he silently gazed upon the family he once had

Pain smoldered and cut through his heart like a knife causing an ache as rememberance flung him into a dark hole cold to the touch shuddering as if very sad

Genre: family, dark, sad, and lost

Missing Pieces
by Barbara Hunt

Despair and longing shredded his soul as he silently gazed upon the family he once had

Pain smoldered and cut through his heart like a knife causing an ache as rememberance flung him into a dark hole cold to the touch shuddering as if very sad

Nothing could be done he had to save his brothers soul even if it was black and deep as rocks of coal

The small window of family closed never to be forgotten as he said a silent goodbye he turned wishing things were different but alas this was his choice and these sacred pieces would have to continue to be lost

 

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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What My Parent’s Gave Me, Poetry by Ada Castle

My mother was born a cherry blossom.
full of little budding flowers with the scent of heaven swirling around her space.
The same way a tea light flickers in a power starved bedroom.
Her glow enchanting, inviting, promising warmth but watch out or she will burn you,
striking you with her heat so quickly you will not be able to get away before she consumes you body and soul.

Genre: Family, Love, Relationship

What My Parent’s Gave Me 
by Ada Castle 

My mother was born a cherry blossom.
full of little budding flowers with the scent of heaven swirling around her space.
The same way a tea light flickers in a power starved bedroom.
Her glow enchanting, inviting, promising warmth but watch out or she will burn you,
striking you with her heat so quickly you will not be able to get away before she consumes you body and soul.

My mother charmed the branches of many plants not just trees,
her magic crossed borders,
she loved and loves freely,
not in a closet or a box with a lid.
she taught me to love the same way.

No tree caught my mother’s eye more than my father’s rough bark and smooth cracks upon the strength of his oakness.
The glow of her seduction made his thick sprigs sway towards her and he drank her heavenly scent in,
the same way you may enjoy a drink of wine,
a fruity intoxication of natural liquid made by the hands of those created to press out golden juices of something already,
miraculous, grandiose, tart but slightly addictive the more you brush your lips against it.

When you see me in my large frame that my father passed on to me,
know that underneath my mother’s little budding flowers are planted inside the place most people are hollow.
I enjoy the surprise in your eyes when you thought you had destroyed me by peeling away my tough layers,
while I just swirled the scent of heaven all around you.

 

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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